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Looking like I need a way out
I'm about to get weighed in
I ain't playing with you lightweights
I ain't playing with you kids
I been pulling more than my weight
I been doubling the shifts
Triple digits on the highway
Single digit from the wrist

You ain't everything you think you is
You ain't everything you claim
You don't really add no benefit
We don't really see the gain
Acting like you got the medicine
When you the one inflicting pain
And i don't really see an end to it
Unless I risk it and escape

So I'm, geared up
Head down
Bags packed
Onto the next town
Gotta cut ties
Burn bridges
Bring matches
Pack scissors
I'm done asking
Done wishing
I need a brief we trying to do business
Make peace but keep em at distance
Gotta leave so I can make an entrance

Well that's my 2 cents on it
Wasn't outta hand but I splurged on it
For a couple extra bands I would turn on it
You ain't giving out respect but want return on it

What the fuck is that?
You cant even talk shop
What the fuck is that?
Got a whole damn team
What the fuck is that?
You don't listen to none of them
What the fuck is that?

What the fuck is that?
You cant even talk shop
What the fuck is that?
Got a whole damn team
What the fuck is that?
You don't listen to none of them
What the fuck is that?

What the fuck is that?
You cant even talk shop
What the fuck is that?
Got a whole damn team
What the fuck is that?
You don't listen to none of them
What the fuck is that?

Looking like I need a way out
I'm about to get weighed in
I ain't playing with you lightweights
I ain't playing with you kids
I been pulling more than my weight
I been doubling the shifts
Triple digits on the highway
Single digit from the wrist